Sarbacane
Francis Cabrel
Blowgun
We thought we knew everything about love
forever,
our bodies memorized and our hearts
wrapped up in velvet.
And then here you are, a woman,
like you were blown from a blowgun.
The sky even shines differently
since you came along.
Men chase this time
that’s been running forever,
then you show up
and everything lights up on my path,
hanging around my neck like a vine,
like the reed from the blowgun.
The sky has opened up in places,
since you came along.
No need for phrases or long speeches,
it changes everything inside, it changes everything around.
No more mornings with heavy eyelids,
weighed down like butane tanks,
I can barely think straight,
since you came along.
No need to go on and on,
it changes everything inside, it changes everything around,
just as long as you never drift away
further than a blowgun’s shot,
I can barely think straight,
since you came along.
So here you are, a woman,
like you were blown from a blowgun.
The sky has opened up in places
since you came along.
Oh, since you came along...
